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Oxford Scholarly Editions Online Euripides, Medea (431 BC): Medea James Morwood (ed.), Oxford World's Classics: Euripides: Medea; Hippolytus; Electra; Helen Published in print: 1998 Published online: May 2017 The action takes place outside MEDEA'S house in Corinth. The NURSE comes out of the house. NURSE. How I wish that the Argo had not flown through the dark Clashing Rocks on its sea-journey to the Colchians' land—that the pine had never fallen, hewn amid the glens of Mount Pelion, and furnished oars for the hands of those heroic men who went to win the golden fleece for Pelias.* Then my mistress Medea would never have sailed to the towers of the land of Iolkos, her heart unhinged in her love for Jason, she would not have persuaded the daughters of 10 Pelias to kill their father* and would not now be living with her husband and children* in this land of Corinth, gladden- ing the citizens to whose country she has come in her exile, a woman totally in accord with Jason himself. And this is the greatest security of all—when a wife is not in dishar- mony with her husband. But now hatred has corroded everything and dearest love grows sick. Jason has betrayed his own children* and my mistress and beds down in a royal match.* He has married 20 the daughter of Creon who rules this land. Unhappy Medea, thus dishonoured, cries out, 'His oaths!', invokes that weightiest pledge of his right hand, and calls the gods to wit- ness how he has repaid her. She lies there eating nothing, ..................................................................................................... pg 2 surrendering her body to her sorrows, pining away in tears unceasingly since she saw that her husband had wronged her. She will not look up, will not lift her face from the ground, but listens to her friends as they give advice no more 30 than if she were a rock or a wave of the sea—save that sometimes she turns away her pale, pale neck and bemoans to herself her dear father and her country and the home Page 1 of 52 DOI of this work: https://dx.doi.org/10.1093/actrade/9780199537969.div1.36 https://www.oxfordscholarlyeditions.com/view/10.1093/actrade/9780199537969.book.1/actrade-9780199537969-div1-36 PRINTED FROM OXFORD SCHOLARLY EDITIONS ONLINE (www.oxfordscholarlyeditions.com). (c) Oxford University Press, 2015. All Rights Reserved. Under the terms of the licence agreement, an individual user may print out single copies of portions of Oxford Scholarly Editions Online for personal use (for details see Privacy Policy and Legal Notice). Subscriber: University of Oxford; date: 18 July 2019 which she betrayed to come here with the man who now holds her in dishonour. Schooled by misfortune, the poor woman has learnt what it is to be parted from one's father- land. But she hates her children* and feels no joy in seeing them. I am afraid that she may be planning something we do not expect. Her temperament is dangerous and will not tolerate bad treatment. I know her, and I fear that she may 40 go silently into the house where her bed is laid and drive a sharpened sword into their heart, or even that she may kill the princess and the bridegroom and then meet some greater disaster. For she is fearsome. No one who joins in conflict with her will celebrate an easy victory. But here come the children. They've stopped running their races.* They take no thought for their mother's sorrows. A youngster's mind makes no habit of grieving. The TUTOR enters with MEDEA'S two children.* 50 TUTOR. Ancient servant of my mistress's house, why are you standing on your own like this at the gates, bewailing your sorrows to yourself? How comes it that Medea is willing to be left alone without you? NURSE. Old attendant of the children of Jason, good slaves are sympathetic when their owners' fortunes fall out badly— their hearts too are affected. I have come to such a pitch of distress that a longing swept over me to come here and speak of my mistress's woes to the earth and sky.* TUTOR. Has not the wretched woman yet ceased from her laments? 60 NURSE. You are in blissful ignorance. Her sorrows are at their outset, not yet halfway run. TUTOR. Poor fool—if one may speak of one's mistress like that. She knows nothing of her more recent sorrows. ..................................................................................................... pg 3 NURSE. What is it, old man? Don't refuse me an answer. TUTOR. Nothing—I am sorry I said even that just now. NURSE. I entreat you by your chin,* do not keep this from your fellow-slave. I'll cloak this matter in silence if I must. TUTOR. When I came to the place where the old men sit play- Page 2 of 52 DOI of this work: https://dx.doi.org/10.1093/actrade/9780199537969.div1.36 https://www.oxfordscholarlyeditions.com/view/10.1093/actrade/9780199537969.book.1/actrade-9780199537969-div1-36 PRINTED FROM OXFORD SCHOLARLY EDITIONS ONLINE (www.oxfordscholarlyeditions.com). (c) Oxford University Press, 2015. All Rights Reserved. Under the terms of the licence agreement, an individual user may print out single copies of portions of Oxford Scholarly Editions Online for personal use (for details see Privacy Policy and Legal Notice). Subscriber: University of Oxford; date: 18 July 2019 ing draughts,* by the sacred waters of Peirene,* I eaves- dropped and heard someone saying that Creon, the ruler of 70 this country, is intending to drive these children with their mother from the land of Corinth. I do not know if this infor- mation is true. I hope it isn't. NURSE. And will Jason allow his children to suffer this fate— despite his quarrel with their mother? TUTOR. Old ties take second place to new ones, and that man is no friend to this house. NURSE. It is all over with us then if, before we have seen out our first disaster, we must now shoulder this new one too. 80 TUTOR. But you must keep silence—not a word: it is not the right time for our mistress to know this. NURSE. O children, do you hear how your father is behaving towards you? Curse him—but no, he is my master. Yet he stands plainly convicted of being a traitor to his friends. TUTOR. But is anyone different? Are you only now realizing that everyone loves himself more than his neighbour, some justifiably, others simply to improve their situation—seeing that their father no longer loves these children because of his new marriage?* 90 NURSE. Go inside the house, children—all will be well. As far as possible keep these boys on their own and don't bring them near their mother in her depression. For I saw her eye just now glinting at them like a bull's* as if she meant to do something to them. And she will not give up her rage—I know it clearly—before she swoops down on someone. But may she choose her enemies for some mischief, not her friends. MEDEA [chants off-stage]. Oh, how unhappy I am, how wretched my sufferings— Oh, woe is me, I wish I could die! NURSE [chants]. That's what I meant, dear children. Your mother ..................................................................................................... pg 4 stirs her heart, stirs her rage. 100 Hurry quickly into the house and do not approach near her sight, but be on your guard against her wild character, the hateful temper Page 3 of 52 DOI of this work: https://dx.doi.org/10.1093/actrade/9780199537969.div1.36 https://www.oxfordscholarlyeditions.com/view/10.1093/actrade/9780199537969.book.1/actrade-9780199537969-div1-36 PRINTED FROM OXFORD SCHOLARLY EDITIONS ONLINE (www.oxfordscholarlyeditions.com). (c) Oxford University Press, 2015. All Rights Reserved. Under the terms of the licence agreement, an individual user may print out single copies of portions of Oxford Scholarly Editions Online for personal use (for details see Privacy Policy and Legal Notice). Subscriber: University of Oxford; date: 18 July 2019 of her wilful mind. Go now, go quick as you can inside. It is plain that soon she will make the cloud of her laments which now begins to gather flash forth as her passion grows. Her heart is full of spirit, not easily to be soothed— 110 stung by these injuries, whatever will she do? MEDEA [chants]. Aiai. I have suffered in my wretchedness, suffered woes which call for great laments. O accursed children of a hateful mother, may you die with your father, may the whole house fall in ruin.* NURSE [chants]. Alas, I say. O, the cruel woman! What share do you think your boys have in their father's wrong-doing? Why hate them? Alas, chil- dren; how I grieve for you in my fear that some suffering may await you. Our royal masters have dangerous spirits* and, perhaps because 120 they are subject to little control while their power is great, their moods veer violently. To accustom oneself to live on equal terms with others is preferable. For my part, as long as my old age is secure I shall be happy if it is far from greatness. For first, I say, the name of Moderation* has a better ring than that of Greatness, and in experience it proves by far the best for men— while Excess brings no profit to mortals and, when the god has grown angry with the house, 130 it pays the penalty of greater ruin. The CHORUS OF CORINTHIAN WOMEN enters.* CHORUS [chants].